By Taidi
the blackness behind her voice
as she spoke in the tongue of truth
her words creating form
and as they rolled off the edge of her tongue
dripping into finite consciousness
she took them on a journey
she told tales she shouldn’t dare tell
of truths she should have no sense for
yet spoke as would a master;
before her master
oh her words bore such magic
such knowledge of the ethereal
told in the humility of a novice
and yet all I could see
was the blackness behind her voice
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About Taidi
Taidi is an ardent blogger who loves all things poetry. for more of her poems, visit her site or like her facebook page, Just Taidi
